G. Salvo
G. is 20 years old.
He is the Electric Guitarist of Gentle gnome.
G. is also known as "Fretlord".
G. is located in Rome at Close to the Edge Loft.
G. likes to go for a walk during off hours and is trying to compose music in order to get ahead professionally.
I am like those seagulls in the sea, so stupid to scream for the joy of flying
The Crossroad
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Song Details
The Crossroad is Music for Musicians music in tempo Largo. The music is GOD SMACKINGLY GLORIOUS and the lyrics are GOD SMACKINGLY GLORIOUS. The song was written 12/3/2024 by G. Salvo. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
12 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
30 |
| Genre: |
Rock |
| Owner: |
None |
| First Revealed: |
12/6/2024 |
Dominant Instruments
Electric Guitar
Lead Vocals
Special Lyrics
In the mirror, lines etched with time,
A face that tells a story, not quite sublime.
Dreams once danced, now ghosts in the past,
Caught in the undertow, life moved too fast.
Lost in the middle of the road,
Never quite reached where I longed to go.
Wasted years, thinking time was kind,
Now I'm halfway there, with dreams left behind.
Youth's flame flickered, but never burned bright,
Chasing shadows, losing sight of the light.
Promises whispered in the winds of my youth,
Now echoes fade, revealing the truth.
Lost in the middle of the road,
Never quite reached where I longed to go.
Wasted years, thinking time was kind,
Now I'm halfway there, with dreams left behind.
Regrets weigh heavy, like chains on my soul,
Yearning for chances, now out of my control.
But in this twilight, a spark ignites anew,
A second wind whispers, there's still much to pursue.
Lost in the middle of the road,
Never quite reached where I longed to go.
Wasted years, thinking time was kind,
Now I'm halfway there, with dreams left behind.
Though the hourglass empties, hope still remains,
For every lost dream, a new one refrains.
In the midst of midlife's twilight glow,
I'll find my way, and let new dreams grow.
Record Releases
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